[this is a true story]
i was addicted.
i was addicted to DXM.
it helped me always forget about him,
but moments in life can never last,
and eventually you get caught.
The EMT came to my house,
and my mother cried so i ran away.
i tried to climb out the bathroom window,
but he caught me so i screamed.
I swear i almost died that day, the way my mom just couldnt speak,
my father even cried a bit
my sister hates me to this day.
The papers that the EMT brought, where all about DXM.
it scared me knowing i could have died form just a simple overdose.
my mother asked my 'why the hell, would you do that? '
i couldnt answer, i just shrugged
but inside my heart i knew the answer.
and it was sad for me to even think about.
[3 months later]
i am totally clean, you could check my blood,
and the creator of this is long gone.
i have a lot more friends than i did before,
and i have totally forgotten him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow....that is really hard to read, since i hate to remember.....